A Murderous Mind.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are so many things unfinished
you keep on saying that
so many missions yet unaccomplished
i noted that

i pity you
i invite your for a drink
only for a minute

all i want is for you to put that sanity back
like an underwear to your naked body

you are cold and dying
and you keep on pretending

i pity you
you are lost
your are screaming
no one hears you
except myself

and you keep on pretending
about unaccomplished missions
all these unfinished business of yours
are fake

here i am
i have poisoned a concoction for you
to kill these pretenses
to make you alive for once
in the world
beyond.